“Did everything turn out okay last night?” she asked Mike. She had seen the news on the TV in her room but it wasn’t over yet when she turned it off.
“Relatively. It was quite a scene.” He didn’t want to go into detail in front of the boys. “I’m Mike, by the way.” The boys chattered all through breakfast, and showed him their car collection, and he tried hard but couldn’t tell them apart. He wrote Spencer a note, peeked into her room, saw that she was still asleep, and left it next to her bed. He said goodbye to Francine and the boys and took a cab back to his apartment. It was still early, and Zack was still asleep. Mike showered and dressed and left for the office. He knew Zack could get up by himself now. He kept thinking about Spencer, braving the scene last night. He didn’t know how he would do it, but he had to find a deal that worked for her, at least to help her move the store to a safer location. He couldn’t let go of wanting to protect her. He had no idea how he’d do it, but he had to. And as he took a cab to his office, the one thing he knew was that when he kissed her the night before, he meant it. He wanted to do that since the first trip he’d met her. And he’d been so relieved that she had survived the night before that he didn’t hold back anymore.
Chapter 13
The aftermath of the drug war on the Brooke’s doorstep was much more complicated to deal with than the results of the fire. When Spencer woke up, the boys had already left for school. She read the note Mike had left on her night table. All it said was “Please take it easy today. Love, Mike.” She called Marcy as soon as she was awake enough to ask what was happening.
“We closed the store. We got a company in that specializes in cleaning up crime scenes. Five men died on the main floor last night, and one made it up the stairs and died in Men’s Shoes. The carpet there is shot.”
“I was there right after they took out the bodies,” Spencer said calmly.
“How did you get in?”
“Through the windows. I went down there while they were still shooting. I went in right after, but the police wouldn’t let me stay.” She didn’t tell Marcy she’d been injured. “I’m sorry I overslept today. What are you doing about the windows?”
“Having them replaced. It’ll take a week, so they’re boarding them up now. Paul wants a meeting,” she said ominously. “Are you coming in?”
“I’ll be there in half an hour,” Spencer promised. She was surprised to find that her legs were shaky as she took a shower and dressed, and she felt weak. The night had taken more of a toll than she expected. And her arm was throbbing. She’d had to keep it out of the shower because of the stitches. She texted Mike on her way to work and thanked him for staying with her the night before.
When she got to the store, it was eerily quiet. The special cleaning crew was hard at work, cleaning up the bloodstains, another crew was cleaning up the broken glass, and store employees were collecting the ruined merchandise. Paul and Marcy were waiting for her in Paul’s office. Paul looked acutely worried.
“We have some decisions to make,” he said, as soon as she sat down. She had worn a long-sleeve sweater, so they didn’t see her bandage. She had had to throw the denim jacket away at the hospital. The nurses had cut it to shreds, and it was stained with blood. “It’s not a conversation anymore. We have to give up this location. It’s done. I know you love it, Spencer, but it’s not safe anymore. No one will come here after last night.” She didn’t argue with him. She knew he was right. “For now, we need to find a temporary location. Marcy has been researching it this morning. It’s going to be costly, but we don’t have a choice. Even though Brooke’s had nothing to do with the shooting, we’ll be associated with it, and men died in the building. That’s the kiss of death to any store, especially one like ours.” Spencer nodded again.
“I know none of us want to, but I think we need to sell the building. We can stay in a temporary location until then, use the money from the sale, and borrow the rest to buy a new building. I think it’s the only way we can manage it. With luck, we’ll find something with personality and charm. But I think even your grandfather would have agreed, this location is finished for us. Competing in retail is hard enough today, staying in a dangerous place is suicide. If the gangs are moving in here, and apparently they are, we’re done.” Paul looked somber as he said it.
“I think the plan makes sense,” Spencer said quietly. Both of them were surprised that she put up no resistance. She knew when they’d been beaten by events. “How fast do you think we’ll find a temporary location?”